Three Days. 72 hours. 4,320 minutes. Regardless of how it was broken down. This was reality for Christopher LaSalle. Tomorrow marked three days overdue. He thought pregnancy was punishment enough following his and Percy's booze fueled fun in the French Quarter, that fateful January evening. He was wrong.

Cursing WebMD for every failed, labor inducing suggestion. From hot showers to simply pacing around his house. This little girl was stubborn as a mule. Although, given she shared his and Percy's DNA, obstinance was to be expected. He sighs.

"Baby girl, I think you're done bakin' in there already"

He declares wittily and lightly pokes the pronounced raised area of his stomach where she had shifted. Despite all this. He was thankful she was at least head down.


The team had got word of yet another victim. This time a floater along the shore of the Mississippi River. As to be presumed. It most likely being, of course, Gordo's handiwork. Pride was hesitant with having Chris out on this one. Even it being light field work.

"Chris, you alright sittin' this one out?"

Dwayne asks as he pulls on a pair of shades. At this point he didn't even want to fight it. He was too tired and too pregnant to find the energy to handle photography duties. For possibly the first time ever. He was okay with desk duty. He nods.

"Yep, no complaints here. 'Cept maybe gettin' my daughter to get 'er ass in gear 'an move out"

He laughs inwardly a bit, Pride cracking a grin. He holds up an index finger before stating.

"Well, I think I've gotta remedy for that. One sec"

Confused. He watches as his boss disappears briefly around the corner wall. Returning only minutes later, brandishing a blue toilet plunger. That impish grin still plastered on his face.

"This worked wonders on the new recruit back in my squad days. C'mere Chris"

The young man's eyes go wide in horror.

"Aw Hell no, Mario..you go plunge somewhere else"

The senior agent lets out a bark of laughter. Poor Chris. Even through his tribulations, there was no escaping Pride's warped streak of humor. But he had to admit, that was quite brilliant. Even if he was the butt of it.

"We'll hold the fort down here. Y'all take care of yer dead guy"

Pride chuckles. Making one last check to make sure Chris would be alright for a couple hours. When it seemed there was nothing left to fret about he makes his way out the main doors. Chris let's out a puff of air and groans in discomfort as a tiny foot jabbed his left side.

Hand moving to the area of the blow and rubbing it. He then decides to whip out his cell and text Percy. Hoping that maybe would take his mind off the little monster's Kung fu practice.

"I swear your daughter's the reincarnation of Damien Thorn"

He chuckles a bit. Already conjuring up the various possible responses from Percy. No sooner had he took a swig of his decaf did he hear a ping from his phone.

"Why's she *my* daughter when something bad happens?"

Comes an almost defensive sounding response. He chuckles lightly once more before texting back.

"'Cause I say so. An I'm the one that's been housin' her for 9 months"

Almost five minutes had passed before he hears that familiar ping yet again.

"Touché Country 🐭"


Pride and the team arrive back shortly thereafter. Thankfully there were no surprises upon their return. Chris, unbelievably finally gotten to his feet and moved to the kitchen area.

"So was that body her doin'?"

He asks Pride as he lumbered towards the fridge. The senior agent nods his head solemnly. What made this particularly upsetting was it mirrored their first murder with Holt. Not only because they were both petty officers. But both were pregnant. Only this time, her latest victim was a little further along than Holt.

"Damn, that's 'ah shame"

He states in a somber tone. He retrieves a bottled water from the top shelf and shuts the fridge door. Turning to face Pride he suddenly asks the question.

"So ya think your badass gumbo can do anything concernin' kick startin' labor?"

An almost wicked looking smirk appeared on the senior agent's face. He gives a low chuckle.

"Thought you'd never ask...here, see if this'll do the trick"

He then produces a small bowl, like some damn gumbo magician. And peels back the protective layer of Saran wrap. Even if it wasn't heated up. It was still potent enough to get your eyes watering.

Chris eyes it chary, before shrugging and fetching a spoon off the counter. Pride must've cranked the heat level up a notch on this batch. Hell, fleetingly he thought his daughter was going to finally make her appearance after just one spoonful. He makes his way as quickly as his belly would allow over to the sink. Dips his head in and just starts drinking from the tap. Meanwhile Pride couldn't contain his laughter.

"Well I guess this means I can put the plunger back"